Caterwauling

I was at a lunch recently with some industry types who decided their “dream team” would be the three of them.

They all run big departments at different companies. So they think they would make the awesomest team because they all do different things well.

Fuck that. You bitches have never seen the Three Mouseketeers in action.

THAT is the industry standard.

My other two Mouseketeers and I are THE SHIT. We built this city on rock and roll and we MADE THAT MUSIC. Formed the band, designed the T-shirts, took the show on the road, sold the tickets, rallied the communities and ROCK THE SHIT OUT OF PEOPLE’S WORLDS.

So yeah, everyone else go take a nice little lunch. We got this. *I* got this.

Always have, and apparently always will.

I arrived at work at the same time as my two cute, skinny blonde colleagues. There’s a guy who hangs out on our corner and he always greets us cheerfully when we are by ourselves.

I always get, “Heeyyy Baby!” Today he looked at all three of us and said, “Heeyyyyy Ladies! I like you all but that one right there’s my Baby!”

I suppose I should be honored. 🙂